I consistently struggled in class,I was still stuck in the maturation process. For me the biggest turning point came in fourth
The reason that I want to share this story, is to show people who are in currently in high school that it is acceptable to fail. While it is not okay to accept failing as an option, if you tried as hard as you could and still ended up failing, it is actually
In sixth grade I failed a Virginia history quiz. I sat quietly as my teacher indirectly talked about my grade. She ranted and raved about how as sixth graders we should know simple facts about the Powhatan Indians and the Jamestown Colony. However, I had no idea what she was talking about. I had learned about the Kumeyaay and Sutter’s Mill in California.
Despite the many hours I worked on the class, I still could only get C’s on the tests. I spent most of my free time correcting my quizzes and rewriting notes from the class. I was struggling- so much that I let my other classes slip away. At home, I would fight with my mother about my grades. She would yell at me saying, “Your brothers could always get As!
Through it all I never gave up and I worked hard to get the grade I got and it taught me that I can do anything I set my mind to , and that One of the most difficult parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try
It wasn’t the hard class or the teacher or my studying style, but it was my mentality that was holding me back. I thought that what I had was confidence, when it was really just arrogance. That arrogance blinded me from the fact that AP calculus BC isn’t a typical high school course, it’s an actual college level course. It dawned to me that
Not studying, not prepared, and horsing around was the downfall of my eighth grade year. Being able to take the Algebra 1 High School Assessment was a privilege to me when I was ahead of most of the students in middle school. I was egotistical and thought I had the test in the bag, so sure of myself but in reality I needed to prepare myself like every other student taking the test. Since I was in Algebra 1 my eighth grade year, I was able to take the Algebra 1 High School Assessment earlier than most students. But I started the year off all wrong, knowing that I was going to have the opportunity to take the test I should have set a goal to succeed in passing the test with the highest score even though in reality that might not
I really wanted to do well in school but I just didn’t have the
My math class in tenth grade first semester ended with my final grade as a sixty-six. Denying myself of getting help for that class caused me to have a bad
I’m really not good with advanced math. Simple math comes easy to me, and I can usually beat the calculator with the answer. However, when it comes to algebra and more advanced math courses, I struggle immensely. When I took College Algebra 1 at my previous college, the teacher would assign one full chapter for each night of class (5 days a week), and we were expected to complete the assignments at the end of the chapters, which usually consisted of about 70 equations. When I would sit down to do the work each night, I always got a headache.
I wasn’t able to master the materials in the beginning, and it hurt me throughout the rest of the semester. I tried to recover by staying on top of homework, visiting the BLC and my TA’s office hours, and studying even more for exams. In the end, the hard work didn’t pay off, for I still received a D in the class. Although I passed, I am still disappointed in the grade I received and my experience in the class as a whole.
During the games setup,I ate a hot dog. I was watching the baseball field with amazement,wondering what are the chances of me catching the ball,when the crowd were all ready for the ball with the gloves in their hands. “Come on ball,come to papa!”yelled my brother,almost falling over the rail annoying the people behind him.the announcer was on the speaker asking everyone to get ready for the game .I was stoked by the fact that this was going to be the first game that I am about to watch. “Hey jason can you please sit down the people are already feeling annoyed about you”he looked back with a wild grin that later faltered into a worried face. “Oliver where´s luke,”i looked to my left and saw that some stranger took his seat then i looked to my
As a college freshmen, there is no doubt that I still have a long ways to go in order to achieve my academic goals. And through this journey, I know that I will encounter highs and lows just as I experienced in the past, most notability in high school. I keenly remember instances around this time where I doubted my abilities when subjects like math was proving to be difficult, even when I was trying to put in effort to stay on track. I was struggling in math because I did not try to identify my weaknesses, and never tried to come up with solutions to fix my problems. Rather, I chose to give up on math and settle with a grade barely passing.
I had many experiences with failure in my life. One of the failures had changed everything in my life was the time that I failed on the SAT. I remember it was two years ago when I decided to come back to school. I didn’t graduate from high school in U.S, so I had to take a SAT if I want to go to college. I went to school to study English for one year and prepare for the test.
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school
